I don't know what hamon is. But if you don't trust it, are you going to eat waffles from it?
[He's more curious than offended; so far he and those he's met have been happy enough to throw themselves at the anonymous refrigerators' mercy. Sure, he's had his doubts, but when you're suddenly spirited away to a deserted island, you don't look a gift fridge in the mouth.
The only casualties so far have been some landscape, Lenka's dignity (and a few other people's dignity, maybe), and a number of crabs. So he's going to keep playing refrigerator roulette, provided nothing too crazy happens in the next little while.
For now, he's going to scratch his nose and all the other places he was using all his considerable determination to keep from scratching for the past couple minutes. It's such a relief that he gives up and just sits down on the sand with a sigh. Caesar's got the run of the fridge.]
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[He's more curious than offended; so far he and those he's met have been happy enough to throw themselves at the anonymous refrigerators' mercy. Sure, he's had his doubts, but when you're suddenly spirited away to a deserted island, you don't look a gift fridge in the mouth.
The only casualties so far have been some landscape, Lenka's dignity (and a few other people's dignity, maybe), and a number of crabs. So he's going to keep playing refrigerator roulette, provided nothing too crazy happens in the next little while.
For now, he's going to scratch his nose and all the other places he was using all his considerable determination to keep from scratching for the past couple minutes. It's such a relief that he gives up and just sits down on the sand with a sigh. Caesar's got the run of the fridge.]